She wasn’t completely clear on the events that had landed her in the cell, but things could have been worse. She could have watched the guards kill Khali and in turn, Leaf may have ended up with more blood on her already stained palms. No. The mabari had used intelligence and bolted off in search of aid while Aoife had been carted off in irons to some dank cell. The Champion neither cared nor had the facilities to really argue, not without spilling blood and the journey there had already been eventful enough with the bandits and her small baby-mage-sitting. Aoife just hadn’t expected the brew to be so deliciously quick to put away.
In a small crevice of her mind she may have put it down to a plot by Korr, lowering her inhibitions, his annoying niggling in her mind. Her situation may have been worse if not for the protest and snickering. [color=#1e92f7]“Might wanna tell Princy that his goo-hic buddy Hawke is in town.” [/color]With a cackle of amusement, [color=#1e92f7]which one[/color], Leaf sauntered her way into a single person cell. [color=#1e92f7]“I’mma be here. You put me in the big cell and you might come back to it in pie-hic-ces.”[/color] Waving off the bemused guards who began arguing over the validity of her words, Leaf sat on the make-shift bed, pulling out a flagon of ale she’d managed to swipe before being shoved down the street by the guards.
Lifting the stopper to her lips she took a deep pull, reattaching the cap and nestling into the corner. A song soon came to her lips, her voice cracking at points giving Leaf wasn’t the best but she could at least carry a tune. In between verses and sips she’d query the guard with an uncouth yell or demand for an update about Khali or the Prince.
[color=#1e92f7]“Oooooh Mr Guardsmaaaaaan,” [/color]she’d slur. [color=#1e92f7]“Mr grumpy guts! My Mabari turn up yet? … Fuck,-hic- maybe I’ll be lucky and she’s done your job for you and got my -hic- friend, eh?” [/color]
OOC: Leaf's singing the chorus
In a small crevice of her mind she may have put it down to a plot by Korr, lowering her inhibitions, his annoying niggling in her mind. Her situation may have been worse if not for the protest and snickering. [color=#1e92f7]“Might wanna tell Princy that his goo-hic buddy Hawke is in town.” [/color]With a cackle of amusement, [color=#1e92f7]which one[/color], Leaf sauntered her way into a single person cell. [color=#1e92f7]“I’mma be here. You put me in the big cell and you might come back to it in pie-hic-ces.”[/color] Waving off the bemused guards who began arguing over the validity of her words, Leaf sat on the make-shift bed, pulling out a flagon of ale she’d managed to swipe before being shoved down the street by the guards.
Lifting the stopper to her lips she took a deep pull, reattaching the cap and nestling into the corner. A song soon came to her lips, her voice cracking at points giving Leaf wasn’t the best but she could at least carry a tune. In between verses and sips she’d query the guard with an uncouth yell or demand for an update about Khali or the Prince.
[color=#1e92f7]“Oooooh Mr Guardsmaaaaaan,” [/color]she’d slur. [color=#1e92f7]“Mr grumpy guts! My Mabari turn up yet? … Fuck,-hic- maybe I’ll be lucky and she’s done your job for you and got my -hic- friend, eh?” [/color]
OOC: Leaf's singing the chorus
03-16-2023, 04:36 PM
